Here are photos from my trip to Ahmedabad last week. I keep going to the “city of my birth” every year to drop in on my cousins still living there — and somehow the place seems hotter each time.
I am used to the summer in New Delhi but the Ahmedabad sun drains you of all energy and all I ever want to do there is lie down and sleep. There’s nothing much to do any way — for all of Modi’s achievements being trumpeted, it’s still a drab little place where memories of communal tensions abound.
There was little election fever actually — except posters and Gujarati jingles on the radio. The most striking polling day image was a group of women dancing on the road apparently celebrating ‘Akkha Teej’.
And the sweetest memory? A malnourished cat and her newborn kitten sought refuge in our garden. I spent most of my time feeding them milk and curd.
For the record, New Delhi does have its flaws but I wouldn’t want to shift anywhere else.